“Your mom seems really busy,” Steve said on their way to the fort, “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” I said curiously, “I’ve never seen her this worried to clean.”
The fort is really an old treehouse my dad used to have when he was a kid. Steve then tripped on something.
“What are you lying around for?” I told Steve, “This isn’t naptime.”
“Lying around?” he said back, “All that happened is that I tripped over this hole. Wait! What’s this?” He pulled something out of the hole. “Oh, it’s just an old piece of paper,” he sadly said. Then he said, “Wait. This could be the treasure map!”
“Awesome!” I said. “Wait let’s keep this a secret just between us. Okay?”
“Alright,” he said back, “We’d better take this to the fort.”
At the fort, we climbed up the log stairs, got through the hatch on the roof, and put the map on the wall. “What’s that?” I asked.
Steve said, “I think it’s a tree. That must be what the arrows mean. It’s tall.”
“That would be a tall tree,” I replied. All of a sudden, I had an idea, “Could that be this very tree? I mean, it is the tallest tree in the prairie.”
“Yeah! Hey, we just found our first clue,” he said, “Uh oh, my watch says it’s 7:30. I’d better get going. We can do it tomorrow.”
“Alright. Tomorrow's Saturday, so 8 a.m.?”
“Sure, see you tomorrow.”
The next day, we both met at the fort on the tall tree in on the big prairie.
“So,” Steve said, “this is the next clue, but I’ve been sitting here 10 minutes, and I still don’t know.”
“That’s a very weird clue,” I said curiously, “I think it looks like a person with his or her head cut off.”
“Oh, I see it. How come I didn’t see that?”
“Let’s go figure out where!”
On our way to find something that looks like a person, I realized something. “Hey, Steve!” I called, “I don’t think we were looking for the right thing!”
Steve walked on over and questioned, “What are you talking about?”
“Look at it,” I said excited, “It’s not a person. It’s a lake, and there’s a whole at the bottom. It’s the big lake!”
“Oh, that’s cool, but how do we get down there? How do we know where it is?”
“The tide dude, the tide.”
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The King of the Monkeys
MaceraJoe and Steve are two ordinary kids that are the best of friends. Joe loves adventure and is great at all kinds of wild stuff. Climbing, swimming, running, and many more. He also hates history class, but one thing catches his attention, treasure. St...
